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Posted: **Fri May 01, 2020 9:49 am**

Book the Second, Chapter the Eighth: A Brace of Conundrums; Or, Mysteries Within and Without

Much time passes as Highdark Hall undergoes extensive repairs. The nearly constant sounds of hammers and saws fill the days, accompanied by not a few colorful and blasphemous curses from busy workmen. The months go by, and at long last only a few subtle scars remain upon the edifice to mark the extraordinary events which occurred in these otherwise peaceful surroundings.

Yuletide grows near. The Altumbers, displaying much gratitude for the many services rendered by their guests, makes plans for the approaching twelve days of celebration. The adventurers are invited to make suggestions for each day of festivity, it being Lady Highdark's whim that each daily celebration be of a different nature. It is a simple matter to obtain necessary provisions and gifts from the nearby town of Lowhaven, or, if more elaborate objects be desired, arrangements may be made to have them shipped from London, if enough time be supplied.

During this time of restoration, the infant Artemis delights her parents and grandparents with the healthy nature of her body and spirit. She is fair of skin, blue of eye, and possesses striking tresses of a deep orange color, quite thick for a child of her tender age. She exhibits great facility at crawling about with unusual grace and speed, and great curiosity about everything around her. The twins are fond of throwing bits of crumpled paper, and other such simple toys, to her, which she retrieves with remarkable facility and enthusiasm. Her appetite, much to the delight of Lady Highdark, is powerful, the babe being particularly fond of milk and finely minced fish and meat. Her mother dotes upon her, petting her and cooing at her for hours at a time.

Meanwhile, the challenges of daily life never completely fading away, word comes from the inhabitants of Lowhaven of a plague of thievery, many small farms having been raided by night, resulting in the loss of livestock and produce of the field. The criminal has not been identified, although some claim to have seen a large man skulking about in the darkness. A delegation of farm folk make petition to Lord Highdark for aid with this problem.

Posted: **Fri May 01, 2020 4:47 pm**

"I think we may guess who that is," says William of the reported large figure. (He may have privately joked that the babe is taking after the cat in more ways than just her name, though not in the presence of the family).

Posted: **Fri May 01, 2020 9:02 pm**

During those months, when he is not pondering the nature of the faerie curse, Lepus contents himself by wandering the grounds (occasionally paying his respects to those strange denizens that lurk unsuspected around the estate) or earning his crust below stairs by mending pots and utensils.

Fortunately he is conversing with his friends above stairs when the lady of the house speaks of seasonal festivities. The wanderer suggests celebrating Yuletide in the same manner of his clan, to wit a nocturnal gathering around a large bonfire, with much feasting and dancing; the music being provided by a Gypsy band.

He also notices the similarity between the child and it's feline namesake - he is glad is not by profession a nursemaid, lest he be employed to look after girl!

As for the thefts, is in agreement with the brave soldier on that score too.

"Aye. Mayhap we should check that yon graveyard be not disturbed, yesno?"

Posted: **Sat May 02, 2020 3:35 am**

Henry has spent much of his time in the now otherwise deserted laboratory, continuing his researches into the reanimation of dead tissue, using electricity in his experiments as inspired by the late Luigi Galvani. When asked for a theme for one of the days, he suggests a focus on the Star of Bethlehem, with everyone going outside in the evening so he can show them the wonders of the night sky, give an elementary lesson on astronomy, and discuss the star that the magi had seen, which he suspects may actually have been a comet. The baby's similarity to a cat is concerning, and he wonders if she acts that way because she inherited the tendency from her parents, or if it was because her mother treated her that way, or perhaps a combination of the two. The fur-like hair definitely did not arise from treatment alone, of that he is certain.

"Yes, let us take a look," says Henry. "We can start with Miss Rye's grave. I am fairly certain that Miss Ravenscroft decided upon that one."

Posted: **Sat May 02, 2020 8:43 am**

Setting out upon a fog-shrouded, chill evening, lanterns in hand -- for surely one would not wish to draw the attention of the Altumbers or their retainers whilst engaged in such errand -- the adventurers locate the unmarked grave of Miss Rye. There is evidence that it has been recently disturbed, and then covered up again with fresh dirt. It is common knowledge that resurrectionists, being in haste during the performance of their unlawful chores, rarely take such care to conceal their work.

Posted: **Sat May 02, 2020 5:18 pm**

"It is as I suspected," says Henry. "Let's look around for tracks and see if we can determine which way they went from here. Miss Ravenscroft will need another laboratory in order to create a female monster."

Posted: **Sat May 02, 2020 7:51 pm**

"Aye, 'tis a fine idea."

Lepus takes a good look around.

Posted: **Sun May 03, 2020 12:37 am**

"Agreed," says William, doing the same.

OOC: Ithink we agreed earlier that William is trained tracker when it comes to horses, but not otherwise.

(If William is asked to select a theme for a day, he will suggest the hardship and endurance of the journey to Bethlehem).

Posted: **Sun May 03, 2020 8:26 am**

Spoiler:

Despite careful inspection of the surrounding area, all that can be determined is that one or more persons were present at this place recently, judging by vague footprints, much obliterated by recent storms. It is impossible to tell which way said person or persons may have gone.

The next morning is the twenty-fifth of December, the first of twelve days of celebration. A proposal comes from Lady Highdark, fitting her somewhat eccentric nature, that there be a contest of equestrian skill, to wit; that the riders, after selecting the steed that they prefer from the stables, proceed from the horse paddock on the westernmost side of the estate through the Moorland Gate, and out onto the expanse of wilderness for which that egress is named. From thence, the contestants to ride after Lady Highdark in a game of Follow-My-Leader, the winner to be the person who is the last to lose sight of her whilst in pursuit. (Lady Highdark has, of course, selected the most spirited animal for herself.) The prize for this victory is to be announced upon completion of the game.

Posted: **Sun May 03, 2020 12:07 pm**

Lepus is the first to admit he’s no equestrian, preferring his own two feet, but nonetheless throws himself into the competition with relish.

Rather than choose a horse, he shambles into the paddock and waits for a horse to come to him, reasoning that he’d rather a willing partner in the adventure.

Posted: **Sun May 03, 2020 4:11 pm**

While Henry is not as skilled an equestrian as William (and few are), as a nobleman he has a lot of experience riding horses. He examines the horses in the stables, selecting first for surefootedness and second for speed.

Posted: **Sun May 03, 2020 4:12 pm**

William is more than willing to enter the competition - he has his own horse, so he will ride that one for the event.

Posted: **Sun May 03, 2020 10:29 pm**

Before the competion, begins, William will tell Lord Dunwich that he means to surruptitiously bring his brace of pistols on the excursion, and suggests that his Lordship does the same. "Whilst it appears that someone has indeed taken Miss Rye's body, we cannot know for certain that it was Miss Ravenscroft, or whether she harbours other intentions. The last words we heard heard her speak to her creation bespoke a grudge against the women of the house, and this ride of Lady Highdark's would afford her an opportunity. It may also be well to set your man Ivan on guard over Georgina during a time when many of the other men will be away from the house."

Posted: **Sun May 03, 2020 11:11 pm**

"I shall do as you suggest," says Henry, with a nod. "That is an excellent point. While Lady Highdark is more than capable of taking care of herself from what you told me, she is not invulnerable, and her daughter has shown no such capabilities."

Posted: **Mon May 04, 2020 9:47 am**

Spoiler:

The appropriate precautions being made to protect Georgina and those of tender age from harm, the race begins at dawn. The newborn sun casts shadows that reach far across the wild landscape of the moors. Lady Highdark raises a handkerchief, allows a proper amount of time to pass to instill a sense of anticipation in the contestants, then drops it and cries "Now!"

Spoiler:

It is a well known truism that the rough ground found on the moors makes for difficult riding, particularly when speed is of the essence. It is not very surprising, therefore, that there have already been minor mishaps at the very start. The beasts bearing Harold and Doctor North stumble upon the uneven earth. Harold chooses to withdraw from the contest, crying out that he shall return to the manor home to keep watch over Georgina and the babe.

Spoiler:

At the present time, only William is able to keep up with Lady Highdark, the others falling slightly behind. That gentlewoman offers her closest competitor a knowing wink.

Posted: **Mon May 04, 2020 10:16 am**

William laughs to himself and redoubles his efforts to keep up with his quarry.

Posted: **Mon May 04, 2020 8:38 pm**

Whistling some jaunty tune, Lepus trots along at a reasonably steady pace, seemingly more interested in his surroundings than winning the competition. Occasionally he stops whistling to answer some imagined question from his steed, before chuckling to himself and urging the horse onwards.

Now and then his stops to examine some interesting pool, tree or rock, before carrying on as if he has all the time in the world.

Posted: **Tue May 05, 2020 2:40 am**

Not one to give up, Henry stays in the race and tries to catch up with the others.

Posted: **Tue May 05, 2020 9:30 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William laughs to himself and redoubles his efforts to keep up with his quarry.

Apparently more intent in enjoying her present company than escaping from it, Lady Highdark maintains a swift pace across the moors, but not one that causes her to pull ahead of William.

Spoiler:

Perhaps because both of them keep an eye on each other rather than upon the rough ground they are traversing, Lady Highdark and William fail to recognize that they have ridden close to a nest of adders. Their steeds, possessing the dumb wisdom of such brutes, shy away from the half-hidden serpents, the only venomous snakes which Providence has seen fit to curse England with.

Spoiler:

It is no great surprise that William, accustomed to maintaining his seat whilst engaged in the heat of battle, is able to remain in his saddle and steady his steed, but that the less experienced Lady Highdark, unable to control her mount, is thrown to the ground by the panicked beast. She is not seriously hurt, but lies far too near the adders for comfort.

Spoiler:

It is quickly evident that there are as many of the deadly creatures as fingers on a human hand, and that they are in an aggressive mood, having been disturbed by intruders.

Posted: **Tue May 05, 2020 10:08 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Whistling some jaunty tune, Lepus trots along at a reasonably steady pace, seemingly more interested in his surroundings than winning the competition. Occasionally he stops whistling to answer some imagined question from his steed, before chuckling to himself and urging the horse onwards.

Now and then his stops to examine some interesting pool, tree or rock, before carrying on as if he has all the time in the world.

Spoiler:

During a particularly idle moment when Lepus is engaged in watching a hare bound across the moors as if engaged on some important errand, the horse pulls away from the half-hearted grip of the rider upon its reins. Some whim or fancy leads it to turn away from the others, and head in a southerly direction. At no great distance ahead lies the ancient tower of stones known to locals as Duncan's Cairn.

Posted: **Tue May 05, 2020 10:12 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
Not one to give up, Henry stays in the race and tries to catch up with the others.

Spoiler:

Perhaps more used to the steed by now, Doctor North is able to maintain a good pace, falling behind Lady Highdark and William a bit, but remaining close enough to observe that some accident has befallen them.

Posted: **Tue May 05, 2020 11:30 am**

All thoughts of the race forgotten, Lepus ambles over to the tower. Mindful of the myriad spirits that dwell in and around the Highdark estate, he bows respectfully to the structure.

“Greetings. Does anyone dwell herein, hm?”

Posted: **Tue May 05, 2020 10:03 pm**

William stops his horse beside Lady Highdark - if she is able to rise by herself, he will reach down to assist her up on to his horse - otherwise, he will dismount to help her. If the snakes make to attack, he will fire a shot into their midst to confuse them.

Posted: **Wed May 06, 2020 1:15 am**

"There's been an accident!" Henry calls to the other riders. He quickens his horse's pace to get close enough to see what's going on and render assistance, though still maintaining caution lest he run afoul of the same problem.

Posted: **Wed May 06, 2020 9:54 am**

jp1885 wrote:
All thoughts of the race forgotten, Lepus ambles over to the tower. Mindful of the myriad spirits that dwell in and around the Highdark estate, he bows respectfully to the structure.

“Greetings. Does anyone dwell herein, hm?”

There is a soft answer, no more than the constant whispering of the wind across the moors.

free me

Posted: **Wed May 06, 2020 9:57 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William stops his horse beside Lady Highdark - if she is able to rise by herself, he will reach down to assist her up on to his horse - otherwise, he will dismount to help her. If the snakes make to attack, he will fire a shot into their midst to confuse them.

Spoiler:

It is evident that Lady Highdark is unable to stand, whether through some minor injury or through sheer fright at the sight of the vipers.

Spoiler:

Perhaps because of the way the serpents slither through the grass of the moors, William's first shot fails to strike at them.

Spoiler:

Two of the icy-hearted creatures succeed in their attempt to strike at the helpless Lady Highdark.

Spoiler:

Lady Highdark falls into a swoon. By this time, Lord Highdark, Henry, and Doctor North are able to reach the site of this most unfortunate circumstance. Working together, the men are able to kill or drive away all of the cruel beasts. It is not yet possible to revive Lady Highdark, who must be carried back to the manor home. A quick examination by Doctor North reveals that she has suffered serious debilitation from the poison with which Nature has seen fit to equip the serpents.

Spoiler:

Posted: **Wed May 06, 2020 3:12 pm**

It will be evident to all that - though he attempts to conceal it - this incident has left William in a high temper. This is easily explained by concern for Lady Highdark - or to those of a less charitable disposition, the wound to his pride that he failed to effect her rescue by himself. He asks, requiring some effort to keep a curt tone from his voice, whether Lord Dunwich has any means to treat such an affliction, or failing that whether there is anything among Miss Ravenscroft's leftover possessions.

Posted: **Wed May 06, 2020 9:35 pm**

Lepus cocks his head.

"Free thee? Why art thou imprisoned, hm?"

Flexing long grubby fingers, he mutters an incantation to detect evil, lest the spirit presumably trapped amng the stones is a malevolent one.

Posted: **Thu May 07, 2020 12:53 am**

Henry has Ivan carry Lady Highdark back to the house while he collects samples of the venom, and he does everything he can for her, including using the Lesser Regenerator to repair the damage the adders have already caused. "I can treat the damage easily enough," he says. "The venom itself is another matter. It will continue to do damage over time until it runs its course. I haven't developed an antidote for it, but I can study it and try to come up with one. I collected some of it from the dead snakes' venom sacs. I'll take it to the laboratory and see what I can find."

Posted: **Thu May 14, 2020 9:41 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Lepus cocks his head.

"Free thee? Why art thou imprisoned, hm?"

Flexing long grubby fingers, he mutters an incantation to detect evil, lest the spirit presumably trapped among the stones is a malevolent one.

An overpowering sense of wicked intent, as repulsive to the mind as the stench of an abbatoir to the senses, fills the soul of the hedge wizard. It is clearly evident indeed that whatsoever lurks here has nought but destruction within its unnatural thoughts.

Posted: **Thu May 14, 2020 9:50 am**

SunlessNick wrote:It will be evident to all that - though he attempts to conceal it - this incident has left William in a high temper. This is easily explained by concern for Lady Highdark - or to those of a less charitable disposition, the wound to his pride that he failed to effect her rescue by himself. He asks, requiring some effort to keep a curt tone from his voice, whether Lord Dunwich has any means to treat such an affliction, or failing that whether there is anything among Miss Ravenscroft's leftover possessions.

Vicki,The true reason for his ire is of course even less noble - that he had imaginings of catching Lady Highdark once the rest of the party had fallen behind,and claiming his prize then and there (and rather suspected a similar thought was in her mind) - a design now thoroughly thwarted.

Posted: **Thu May 14, 2020 9:59 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
Henry has Ivan carry Lady Highdark back to the house while he collects samples of the venom, and he does everything he can for her, including using the Lesser Regenerator to repair the damage the adders have already caused. "I can treat the damage easily enough," he says. "The venom itself is another matter. It will continue to do damage over time until it runs its course. I haven't developed an antidote for it, but I can study it and try to come up with one. I collected some of it from the dead snakes' venom sacs. I'll take it to the laboratory and see what I can find."

During the melancholy journey back to the manor home, Lepus informs his companions as to the malevolent nature of the unknown which lies under Duncan's Cairn. Even to those not normally sensitive to the emanations of the preternatural it produces an eerie sense of both temptation and danger.

Be that as it may, there are more vital affairs to which one must attend. The external damage done to Lady Highdark by the cruel fangs of the serpents is readily healed by Doctor North's invention, but the poison remains within her body.

Spoiler:

Despite these efforts, the best that can be said is that Lady Highdark is no closer to the next world than she was before, if not at any greater distance from it, Doctor North's ministrations just barely sufficient to make up for the continuing destructive power of the adders' venom.

The situation being thus, it is proper than Georgina suggests that the second day of Christmas -- melancholy Yuletide! -- be spent in prayer and meditation.

Posted: **Thu May 14, 2020 11:41 am**

Leaving dire warnings against releasing the evil entity from it’s stone prison, Lepus accompanies the others back to the great house.

After a moment’s meditation, he asks leave to attend to the stricken matriarch. If this is agreed upon, he will rummage through his rags for the medallion he found amongst the slain pilgrims remains and place it around Lady Highdark’s neck.

If it is said to protect against poisons, then maybe it can neutralise them too?

Posted: **Thu May 14, 2020 1:01 pm**

William pays his respects in the sickroom, but then makes way for those performing their ministrations. Feeling restless he takes himself out for another ride, declaring that for him, the meditation Georgina so aptly suggests is best achieved away from the comforts of hearth and roof.

Posted: **Fri May 15, 2020 1:56 am**

Henry does what he can to keep Lady Highdark stable, using his device again as necessary, and continues to examine the venom in the laboratory.

Posted: **Fri May 15, 2020 8:43 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Leaving dire warnings against releasing the evil entity from it’s stone prison, Lepus accompanies the others back to the great house.

After a moment’s meditation, he asks leave to attend to the stricken matriarch. If this is agreed upon, he will rummage through his rags for the medallion he found amongst the slain pilgrims remains and place it around Lady Highdark’s neck.

If it is said to protect against poisons, then maybe it can neutralise them too?

The item in question being thus applied, it appears that Lady Highdark recovers sufficiently to participate in the next day's celebration, although it must needs be of a far less vigorous nature than the ill-fated ride. To this end, a game of charades in poesy is proposed, prizes to be awarded to the cleverest invention as well as to the wisest solver. To begin, Georgina, with many a flattering blush at being thus the center of attention, offers the following.

My FIRST is to go on and on,
upon one subject drear;
My SECOND is what eyes must do,
Or else 'tis pity, dear;
My THIRD mere toy for sweet young puss,
A simple length of string;
My WHOLE brings joy to all who hear;
No mouth, and yet does sing.

Posted: **Fri May 15, 2020 8:45 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William pays his respects in the sickroom, but then makes way for those performing their ministrations. Feeling restless he takes himself out for another ride, declaring that for him, the meditation Georgina so aptly suggests is best achieved away from the comforts of hearth and roof.

Posted: **Fri May 15, 2020 8:49 am**

Mr. Handy wrote: Henry does what he can to keep Lady Highdark stable, using his device again as necessary, and continues to examine the venom in the laboratory.

After much experimentation, Doctor North is able to produce a small amount of a greenish-yellow liquid, which, when ingested, protects the user from any future effects of the venom of serpents. There is sufficient to supply a single individual with said protection.

Posted: **Fri May 15, 2020 12:17 pm**

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:
William,If you happen to go by Duncan's Cairn, you will experience a hunch, or mere fancy, that the tower was erected to secure something of great value.

Posted: **Fri May 15, 2020 2:58 pm**

The young mistress' riddle throws Lepus into a state of great perplexment. He gurns, mutters and chews the stem of his pipe, all the while dislodging a number of small bugs from his head as he scratches it.

Then suddenly, like the bright sun beaming through a murky storm cloud, his face lights up in a broad grin.

"Heh! Aye, old Lepus has the measure of it! 'tis a harpsichord, yesno? A bore might harp on about a dull subject, thou see with thine eyes and yon cat doth play with yon chord. All together, it be a harp-see-chord that playeth the sweet tune!"

He capers, verily pleased with his reasoning.

"'tis my turn, yesno?"

My FIRST: a letter,
For which honey thou keep;
My SECOND a tup,
Who wouldst dally with sheep;
My THIRD be an order,
Sent from Rome, to boot!
My WHOLE shalt prick thee,
Shouldst thou gather it's fruit!

Posted: **Sat May 16, 2020 2:48 am**

"The answer is 'bramble,'" says Henry after some thought. "A bee produces honey, a ram would dally with a sheep, and a bull is an order issued by the Papists in Rome. A bramble would prick whoever would gather its fruit." He clears his throat before proceeding with his own charade.

"My FIRST is in the middle of nowhere.
My SECOND the beginning of the end.
My THIRD is the end of what comes after.
My FOURTH the end of ev'ry age, my friend.
My WHOLE is not at all so far away.
It is the place where we all stand today."

Posted: **Sat May 16, 2020 9:07 am**

It is Lady Highdark who, sufficiently recovered in health to participate in activities not physically taxing, makes attempt to cut through this verbal Gordian knot.

"Although your extensive learning renders you far from a mere abecedarian," she makes remark to Lord North, "nonetheless it is evident that you have not forsaken the rudiments of language, that is to say, the individual letters from which it is created. Thus I decipher this riddle, as if it were that great block of black granite discovered by Bonaparte's minions in recent days in the land of the Nile.

"To wit; 'h' being the middle of 'nowhere,' 'e' the beginning of 'end,' 'r' the end of 'after,' and 'e' also the end of 'age,' it is clear that where we are standing is 'here.'"

Having thus conquered the challenge, Lady Highdark meditates for a moment upon her own offering. She glances to where Georgina sits, occupied with the babe Artemis, as if assuring herself that her daughter is not one of those currently lending ear to the conversation. With a sly smile, she begins.

My FIRST is called the sailor's home --
The waves for Jolly Jack!
My SECOND either flies or swims --
Its speech is rendered 'Quack!"
My THIRD you must not do to me
Or else my WHOLE you lack!

Posted: **Sat May 16, 2020 12:12 pm**

Posted: **Sat May 16, 2020 6:13 pm**

“Hehe, ‘tis a flighty one, yesno?” Lepus cackles alarmingly. “The answer be see-duck-shun, be it not? Alas such a thing be of little interest to old Lepus; whose turn is done, so who else shalt pose a riddle?”

Posted: **Sun May 17, 2020 7:42 am**

SunlessNick wrote:
Vicki,I'm trying to send ypu a note, but it keeps leaving it in my outbox folder, not my sent one - have you received it? (I've tried three times)

By this time, it will be noted that the brave man of arms, perhaps not used to such frivolous and innocent forms of entertainment, takes his leave, explaining that he wishes to clear his head by taking a walk outside.

Posted: **Sun May 17, 2020 7:53 am**

jp1885 wrote:
“Hehe, ‘tis a flighty one, yesno?” Lepus cackles alarmingly. “The answer be see-duck-shun, be it not? Alas such a thing be of little interest to old Lepus; whose turn is done, so who else shalt pose a riddle?”

The hedge wizard being thus the first to achieve a pair of victories, is proclaimed, by general acclimation of those assembled, to be (for the day, at least), King of the Festivities. His coronation proceeds with many a hearty laugh, as bits of paper and sprigs of holly are strewn upon his head.

During this merriment, young Artemis is permitted to crawl about the floor, scurrying with great ease across rugs and flags. Once she returns, it may be noted that there are small red stains upon her face and infant garb. After a quick washing up, the babe is put to bed, and all present retire to such activities as they will.

After some time has passed, the absence of Captain Palliser becomes a topic of conversation, the soldier having not yet returned from his excursion, and the day growing late and chill.

Posted: **Sun May 17, 2020 7:38 pm**

Mightily pleased with his elevation to royalty, Lepus has himself a rare old time. However, as the night draws in, his merriment turns to introspection.

Of the gallant soldier's disappearance he worries not, for he knows the fellow is more than capable of looking after himself. Mayhap the lusty soldier is ensconced with some paramour from below stairs, or perhaps he waits patiently for Lady Highdark to regain her strength and join him (Lepus notices such things, so he does).

Of greater concern is the babe, Artemis, for she acts more like a daughter of Bast than that of Eve! Not for the first time the hedge wizard suspects she is the subject of the faerie curse. He wonders, maybe, if her personality has been swapped with that of her feline namesake?

He sidles up to Georgina, wringing his tricorne with grubby hands.

"Young mistress, hast thou seen thy cat recently? Old Lepus has a fancy to see her, if he may."

Posted: **Sun May 17, 2020 10:32 pm**

Henry is also growing increasingly concerned about the baby and her apparent exchange of minds with the cat for which she was named. "Has Artemis been out hunting?" he asks, though he means the baby and not the cat.

Posted: **Mon May 18, 2020 9:20 am**

Entirely innocent of the darker meaning of Doctor North's inquiry, Georgina makes reply to both him and Lepus by searching for the feline. In a brief time it is discovered in the nursery, where the child that shares its name has so recently been put to bed. In point of fact, it is found asleep, in the cradle which served for Georgina herself when at a tender age. The babe, so it happens, lies upon the hearth of the room's small fireplace, curled up in slumber. This sight so charms and amuses the young mother that she volunteers to stand watch over the infant, to ensure that no accident befell her.

The next morning, in fulfillment of the wish expressed by Lepus, a traveling band of Gypsy folk, contacted for that purpose in some manner or another by Lord Highdark a few days ago, arrive at the estate. The noisy caravan, already rich with laughter, music, and the varied noises of animals so early in the day, is led by an imposing woman of somewhat advanced years, to judge by the cascade of silver hair that pours over her shoulders. The way in which she holds herself might lead one of romantic fancy to imagine her a Queen among her people, one fabled for her wild beauty and passionate nature.

Posted: **Mon May 18, 2020 12:14 pm**

Now convinced that both Artemises are in possession of the other's personality, Lepus says so to William.

"Old Lepus shall pay respects to yon Gypsy Queen and consult her and her clan. Mayhap between us we shall know a counter to this curse, yesno?"

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 1:17 am**

"An excellent idea," says Henry. "This is no doubt the fae's parting curse, and the Gypsies may very well be able to reverse it. It may be possible to develop a scientific device to transfer them back to their own bodies, but that may exceed my abilities. Still, I shall look into it."

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 2:44 am**

William says little of his whereabouts, save that he wished to clear his head with some physical exercise. He hopes that his absence did not cast any shadow over the evening's merriment (and offers congratulations upon learning of Lepus's victory). On the subject of the two Artemises, he concurs - "We have all remarked on the phenomenon. The events of the battle did at least confirm that Silveroak was the Fae Lady's name. You have spoken of names having power in these matters - would that make a curse easier to reverse?"

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 7:58 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Now convinced that both Artemises are in possession of the other's personality, Lepus says so to William.

"Old Lepus shall pay respects to yon Gypsy Queen and consult her and her clan. Mayhap between us we shall know a counter to this curse, yesno?"

As the roving band of Gypsies makes its camp upon the great West Lawn, in the open area between the Apple Grove and the Hedge Maze, the woman in question is found directing the activities of her folk. Pleased to meet a new acquaintance of her blood, she engages Lepus in conversation, making use of a mixture of the Romany tongue -- the dialect spoken by the two not exactly the same, given their differing backgrounds -- and ungrammatical but perfectly understandable English. Frowning at the description of the alleged transfer of souls between cat and child, she expresses a desire to provide what little help she can.

"Tell friends I read cards," she concludes.

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 8:08 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
"An excellent idea," says Henry. "This is no doubt the fae's parting curse, and the Gypsies may very well be able to reverse it. It may be possible to develop a scientific device to transfer them back to their own bodies, but that may exceed my abilities. Still, I shall look into it."

A brief consideration of the problem -- to wit, to effect the copying of the pattern of the galvanic fluid flowing in one brain onto the physical base of another, and vice versa -- would require not only much study and experimentation, but the cooperation of at least one human volunteer, as the situation to be cured involves such a subject. The risks involved in such an undertaking are, unsurprisingly, many and serious.

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 8:11 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William says little of his whereabouts, save that he wished to clear his head with some physical exercise. He hopes that his absence did not cast any shadow over the evening's merriment (and offers congratulations upon learning of Lepus's victory). On the subject of the two Artemises, he concurs - "We have all remarked on the phenomenon. The events of the battle did at least confirm that Silveroak was the Fae Lady's name. You have spoken of names having power in these matters - would that make a curse easier to reverse?"

Having raised this question, it occurs to the adventurers to recall the odd choice of name selected by Georgina, certainly not a person from whom one would expect eccentricities. If inquiry is made as to her choice, she will simply say that it seemed like the right thing to do. It would seem likely that the identity of names -- now, alas, sealed to the infant by the holy rite of christening -- plays a vital role in sealing the affliction.

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 8:17 am**

To add to their concerns, the adventurers soon learn, via that line of communication provided by the gossip of servants, which seems to travel more quickly than any courier on horseback, of the discovery of the body of the sole constable of Lowhaven (if that person, chosen from the citizenry of that little town by lot, can truly be said to claim that title) in an isolated area not far from the community in question. It was, or so the servants say, in a state which suggests that he was torn apart by a savage beast. The Gypsies, as ever, journeying with a menagerie of trained animals, have come under suspicion.

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 8:20 am**

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 9:47 am**

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:The Gypsies, as ever, journeying with a menagerie of trained animals, have come under suspicion.

"That may be so," says William of these suspicions, "but I am far more inclined to suspect one of our proven adversaries, such as Miss Ravenscroft and her creation, than newcomers who have nothing to gain by risking our ire."

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2020 3:38 pm**

Leaving his friends to investigate the unfortunate killing of the constable, Lepus suggests to Georgina that it might be a novel distraction for her child to have her cards read (no doubt after crossing certain palms with silver).

If this is agreed upon, he will carry the cat along too, so that the pair can be examined together.

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 2:47 am**

"Let's see if the Gypsies can reverse the curse," says Henry. "The scientific way is far riskier. In the meantime, I shall help look into the constable's death. I'd be ideally suited to examine the body. I too suspect that woman's creatures are the ones responsible."

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 6:08 am**

William accompanies Lord Dunwich on this excursion, taking pistols, sword, and - if permitted - the blunderbus that proved useful against the fairies (he reasons that the creature seemed little hurt by the pistol ball, but the broader damage of the large weapon might prove effective).

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 7:50 am**

SunlessNick wrote:
VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:The Gypsies, as ever, journeying with a menagerie of trained animals, have come under suspicion.
"That may be so," says William of these suspicions, "but I am far more inclined to suspect one of our proven adversaries, such as Miss Ravenscroft and her creation, than newcomers who have nothing to gain by risking our ire."

Vicki,The village priest may know much of local legend, and he should be inclined to believe William's purported reaon for asking (which is not entirely false anyway).

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 8:20 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Leaving his friends to investigate the unfortunate killing of the constable, Lepus suggests to Georgina that it might be a novel distraction for her child to have her cards read (no doubt after crossing certain palms with silver).

If this is agreed upon, he will carry the cat along too, so that the pair can be examined together.

Somewhat taken aback by the task she is asked to perform, the Gypsy shakes her head, but finally agrees.

"I not read for babe or beast ever, but will do."

"Page is young one. Pentacles for rich. Babe is wealthy, I think."

"I reverse Fool. No cats in cards, but Fool has dog. Cat is reverse dog, I think."

Having set out these cards to represent her clients, the Gypsy spends some time shuffling the other cards, laying them out around the first two cards, and mumbling to herself about their meaning. After some time, she reaches a final conclusion, drawing a card from the pack without looking at it, yet seemingly aware of what image it bears.

"This one you seek. Is near."

As if unsure herself about what she means, she merely shrugs when further inquiry is made as to the symbolism of the Magician reversed.

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 8:25 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
"Let's see if the Gypsies can reverse the curse," says Henry. "The scientific way is far riskier. In the meantime, I shall help look into the constable's death. I'd be ideally suited to examine the body. I too suspect that woman's creatures are the ones responsible."

Viewing the remains of the constable at the local coffin maker, it is immediately obvious that the unfortunate fellow's limbs were torn from his torso with great strength. Notable also is the fact that, if it were a beast who thus brought the man to his doom, it did not bother to feast upon the remains. The constable's pistol was discharged, it seems, but apparently to no avail.

The coffin is sealed and preparations are made for a proper burial.

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 8:27 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William accompanies Lord Dunwich on this excursion, taking pistols, sword, and - if permitted - the blunderbus that proved useful against the fairies (he reasons that the creature seemed little hurt by the pistol ball, but the broader damage of the large weapon might prove effective).

Vicki,He still intends to do what I suggested in my previous message, but he is not so far darkened that he would abandon one of the others to possible danger.

If the creature responsible for this atrocity is about, it is evidently in hiding, as the adventurers do not encounter anything save the villagers and their domesticated beasts.

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 8:32 am**

By the later afternoon, the Gypsies are ready to earn their bread by playing wild music on exotic instruments, performing feats of acrobatic skill, singing, fooling the eye with legerdemain, demonstrating the tricks of trained animals, and so forth. They invite the Altumbers and their guests to join in on a vigorous dance. The parents of young Artemis are present, to watch over their child. Georgina demurs, but Henry, being of that blood, agrees enthusiastically.

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 11:30 am**

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:Viewing the remains of the constable at the local coffin maker, it is immediately obvious that the unfortunate fellow's limbs were torn from his torso with great strength. Notable also is the fact that, if it were a beast who thus brought the man to his doom, it did not bother to feast upon the remains. The constable's pistol was discharged, it seems, but apparently to no avail.

Between WIlliam's experience with violent death and Lord Dunwich's scientific expertise, is it possible to determine whether there are (or are not) marks of teeth upon flesh or bone? It seems both men are of the same mind in this, but it would be as well to have a phsyical indication to show others.

William also asks the villages where the unfortunate constable's body was discovered, and if any know what business he was engaged in just before his death? (The latter might appear not to be his business, but he will add that it may provide a clue to the man's murderer).

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:By the later afternoon, the Gypsies are ready to earn their bread by playing wild music on exotic instruments, performing feats of acrobatic skill, singing, fooling the eye with legerdemain, demonstrating the tricks of trained animals, and so forth. They invite the Altumbers and their guests to join in on a vigorous dance. The parents of young Artemis are present, to watch over their child. Georgina demurs, but Henry, being of that blood, agrees enthusiastically.

It may not exhibit quite the dignity apppropriate to a captain in the army, or the brother of a baronet, but William's more libertine side assuredly compels him to take part. Especially if there are beautiful gypsy lasses alongside him.

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:
William,The village priest's WIS = 11.[dice]235609:0[/dice] There is a local legend that, many centuries ago, an ordinary man-at-arms set out on crusade with Richard Lion-Heart, and returned to the region unharmed by battle, and wise in the ways of the Holy Land. For no apparent reason, he soon became wealthy in both gold and land. In fact, he is said to have been a remote ancestor of the Altumbers, and responsible for their position and riches. Duncan's Cairn, named for the fellow, was built by him just after he became deathly ill in his old age. For what purpose, no one knows. Those few bold enough to attempt to discover treasure therein have not succeeded in making their way onto Lord Highdark's estate, that gentleman intolerant of trespass, and engaging the services of burly servants whose sole duty is to prevent such. This is, of course, merely rumor.

Posted: **Wed May 20, 2020 1:28 pm**

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:

"This one you seek. Is near."

As if unsure herself about what she means, she merely shrugs when further inquiry is made as to the symbolism of the Magician reversed.

"The Magician reversed, yesno? Who wouldst represent such a character?" muses Lepus. "Yon scientist Lord Henry or mayhap the parson?"

Knowing that his friend is already working on a scientific cure the the babe's condition, the wanderer seeks out the vicar to ask if the infant can be re-baptised. He will confide in the other Henry, the baby's father, and ask him to accompany him to lend credence to his request.

Posted: **Thu May 21, 2020 3:09 am**

"This must be the work of at least one of the creatures," says Henry to William. "Let us examine the scene of the crime and see if we can find any tracks to determine which way it went after it did the deed."

Posted: **Thu May 21, 2020 5:39 pm**

"Indeed, Your Lordship," says William. "Miss Ravenscroft has clearly not taken advantage of your merciful offer to take herself and her creation away from here."

Posted: **Fri May 22, 2020 4:24 am**

"Quite so," says Henry. "By now she may have made a female creature as well. I just hope that they are sterile."

Posted: **Thu May 28, 2020 9:40 am**

SunlessNick wrote:
VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:Viewing the remains of the constable at the local coffin maker, it is immediately obvious that the unfortunate fellow's limbs were torn from his torso with great strength. Notable also is the fact that, if it were a beast who thus brought the man to his doom, it did not bother to feast upon the remains. The constable's pistol was discharged, it seems, but apparently to no avail.
Between WIlliam's experience with violent death and Lord Dunwich's scientific expertise, is it possible to determine whether there are (or are not) marks of teeth upon flesh or bone? It seems both men are of the same mind in this, but it would be as well to have a phsyical indication to show others.

William also asks the villages where the unfortunate constable's body was discovered, and if any know what business he was engaged in just before his death? (The latter might appear not to be his business, but he will add that it may provide a clue to the man's murderer).

Close examination of the remains reveals no marks of tooth or claw upon the unfortunate fellow's body. Rather, it appears that some being of great strength merely ripped him apart. The constable was discovered near a cabbage field, that being a crop harvested well into the cold part of the year, the yield of which was suspected to be lessened by the acts of a thief. It was hoped that the discharge of a bullet, if not merely loud shouts of warning, would keep away such a petty kind of brigand, so the constable spent a cold, lonely night, warmed only by generous amounts of ale, watching for the felon. Perhaps he found such, to his doom.

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:By the later afternoon, the Gypsies are ready to earn their bread by playing wild music on exotic instruments, performing feats of acrobatic skill, singing, fooling the eye with legerdemain, demonstrating the tricks of trained animals, and so forth. They invite the Altumbers and their guests to join in on a vigorous dance. The parents of young Artemis are present, to watch over their child. Georgina demurs, but Henry, being of that blood, agrees enthusiastically.
It may not exhibit quite the dignity apppropriate to a captain in the army, or the brother of a baronet, but William's more libertine side assuredly compels him to take part. Especially if there are beautiful gypsy lasses alongside him.

Spoiler:

The Gypsies are greatly impressed by William's ability to lose himself in the dance, and many a pretty, dark-eyed lass, skirts a-swirl, moves near him, limbs flashing white in the light of the campfire. One in particular, who seems to be entirely ignorant of the English tongue, communicates by smiles and gestures that she would not take it amiss were the bold gentleman to accompany her into the surrounding trees, away from prying eyes.

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:
William,The village priest's WIS = 11.[dice]235609:0[/dice] There is a local legend that, many centuries ago, an ordinary man-at-arms set out on crusade with Richard Lion-Heart, and returned to the region unharmed by battle, and wise in the ways of the Holy Land. For no apparent reason, he soon became wealthy in both gold and land. In fact, he is said to have been a remote ancestor of the Altumbers, and responsible for their position and riches. Duncan's Cairn, named for the fellow, was built by him just after he became deathly ill in his old age. For what purpose, no one knows. Those few bold enough to attempt to discover treasure therein have not succeeded in making their way onto Lord Highdark's estate, that gentleman intolerant of trespass, and engaging the services of burly servants whose sole duty is to prevent such. This is, of course, merely rumor.
Vicki,"[color=#800000]A remarkable story,[/color]" says William. "[color=#800000]He must have performed with great honour and valor for he and his line to be so blessed."[/color]

Spoiler:

Posted: **Thu May 28, 2020 10:03 am**

jp1885 wrote:
VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:

"This one you seek. Is near."

As if unsure herself about what she means, she merely shrugs when further inquiry is made as to the symbolism of the Magician reversed.
"The Magician reversed, yesno? Who wouldst represent such a character?" muses Lepus. "Yon scientist Lord Henry or mayhap the parson?"

Knowing that his friend is already working on a scientific cure the the babe's condition, the wanderer seeks out the vicar to ask if the infant can be re-baptised. He will confide in the other Henry, the baby's father, and ask him to accompany him to lend credence to his request.

Upon learning of this request, the vicar is alarmed by the request.

"For what possible reason would it be necessary to redo the work of Providence? Do you believe that the Almighty's work be in error?"

Posted: **Thu May 28, 2020 10:12 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
"This must be the work of at least one of the creatures," says Henry to William. "Let us examine the scene of the crime and see if we can find any tracks to determine which way it went after it did the deed."

Spoiler:

Lowering himself low to the ground, Lepus is able to barely make out marks in the muddy ground of the cabbage field that indicate the movement of a being proceeding in a shuffling manner away from Lowhaven, and towards the Highdark estate. In point of fact, once they are followed, it can be seen that the vagabond climbed the high wall surrounding the grounds, despite the many sharp spikes atop it, at the extreme southwesterly corner, and from thence entered into the wooded retreat of the deer park, at which point the trail is lost.

Posted: **Thu May 28, 2020 4:13 pm**

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:One in particular, who seems to be entirely ignorant of the English tongue, communicates by smiles and gestures that she would not take it amiss were the bold gentleman to accompany her into the surrounding trees, away from prying eyes.

William will certainly accept such an offer.

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:
Spoiler:
The clergyman shrugs. "Not that I ever heard such spoken of him. If the tale be true, he was in fact a schemer, far more hungry for treasure than for glory."

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:In point of fact, once they are followed, it can be seen that the vagabond climbed the high wall surrounding the grounds, despite the many sharp spikes atop it, at the extreme southwesterly corner, and from thence entered into the wooded retreat of the deer park, at which point the trail is lost.

"I suppose the creature has to eat," says William.

OOC: Am I remembering right that there have been incidents reported at the deer park too?

Posted: **Thu May 28, 2020 9:36 pm**

Lepus looks askance at the vicar.

"Nay Reverend, but mayhap the young mistress is. Artemis be such an un-Christian name that methinks the mother was not in her right mind, as young women oft are said to be, when the name was chosen. Moreover, hast thou seen how the child behaves? 'tis more like a savage than one properly baptised, yesno?"

Later, while examining the trail of whatever savage monster tore apart the poor constable, the wanderer nods.

"Aye, if it be the creature I met in the orchard, then it's appetite will be huge. Mayhap it's lair be in among the trees in yonder deer park, hm?"

Posted: **Fri May 29, 2020 2:11 am**

"The creature or creatures must be feeding on the deer," suggests Henry. "We could look through the deer park for any signs of their passage or remains of deer on which they fed, or any trace of their lair."

Posted: **Fri May 29, 2020 9:21 am**

Posted: **Fri May 29, 2020 9:23 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Lepus looks askance at the vicar.

"Nay Reverend, but mayhap the young mistress is. Artemis be such an un-Christian name that methinks the mother was not in her right mind, as young women oft are said to be, when the name was chosen. Moreover, hast thou seen how the child behaves? 'tis more like a savage than one properly baptised, yesno?"

The Reverend Mister Frye ponders this for a moment. "I must examine the child," he says at last. "Although I suspect that the situation be more of the flesh than the soul, I shall do what I can. Take me to her."

Posted: **Fri May 29, 2020 9:29 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
"The creature or creatures must be feeding on the deer," suggests Henry. "We could look through the deer park for any signs of their passage or remains of deer on which they fed, or any trace of their lair."

It is quickly evident that someone has taken residence within the Deer Park, for it can be easily seen from some distance that a fire burns within the open area known as Broken Heart Glade. This is not terribly uncommon a sight, as members of the family, servants, and even passing vagrants have been known to make such use of the spot.

Posted: **Fri May 29, 2020 3:09 pm**

Lepus agrees to take the vicar to see the child, pausing only to obtain a piece of raw meat from a kitchen, food stall or somesuch.

“Mayhap thou couldst baptise the child Henrietta, in honour of her father,” he says conversationally along the way, figuring that if she does indeed take on the characteristics of her namesake, then a brave person of Gypsy blood would would prove advantageous in later life.

Posted: **Fri May 29, 2020 3:12 pm**

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:
William,You are drawn into the woods by the tempting beauty, who quickly throws her arms around you. Before things can go any further, however, three young Gypsy men jump out from where they have been hiding, brandishing knives. At the same time, the woman slaps you across the face and begins shouting angrily in her own language. One of the men says "So you think to dishonor our sister? For that you must pay!" There have been the remains of fawns found in the deer park, apparently slain and devoured by a wild beast.

"We should darken our lanterns as we approach," says William. "The firelight will hide us from those nearby."

Posted: **Sat May 30, 2020 4:12 am**

Henry nods and does as instructed.

Posted: **Sat May 30, 2020 9:23 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Lepus agrees to take the vicar to see the child, pausing only to obtain a piece of raw meat from a kitchen, food stall or somesuch.

“Mayhap thou couldst baptise the child Henrietta, in honour of her father,” he says conversationally along the way, figuring that if she does indeed take on the characteristics of her namesake, then a brave person of Gypsy blood would would prove advantageous in later life.

The Reverend Mister Frye responds to this suggestion with little more than a "hmm" or two, evidently lost in thought. Once welcomed into the manor home, he explains that he wished to extend greetings of the season, and to make inquiry of the infant's well being. (Such statements being entirely truthful, while not referring to the further purpose of the visit, thus sparing the clergyman's conscience while leaving the sensibilities of the Altumbers undisturbed.)

Young Artemis is discovered, as is not unusual, in her mother's arms. Upon the arrival of the visitors, she climbs out of Georgina's embrace, makes her way to Lepus, and grabs at the pocket of his cloak with her tiny hand.

Posted: **Sat May 30, 2020 9:27 am**

SunlessNick wrote:
VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:
William,You are drawn into the woods by the tempting beauty, who quickly throws her arms around you. Before things can go any further, however, three young Gypsy men jump out from where they have been hiding, brandishing knives. At the same time, the woman slaps you across the face and begins shouting angrily in her own language. One of the men says "So you think to dishonor our sister? For that you must pay!" There have been the remains of fawns found in the deer park, apparently slain and devoured by a wild beast.

Vicki,Which order are these incidents coming in? Is the dance before or after our excursion to the crime scene? Anyway, William answers, "[color=#800000]I would contest that my intentions were dishonourable. And I presume you fellows know better than to murder one of Lord Highdark's guests while on his land, especially one who seeks to clear you of a death of which you are already suspected, and thus this display is meant merely to frighten me. Nevertheless, you have played me well,[/color]" nodding to the girl, "[color=#800000]so I shall indeed pay.[/color]" With that he offers some coins to all four of the Gypsies.

Posted: **Sat May 30, 2020 9:36 am**

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:
Mr. Handy wrote:
Henry nods and does as instructed.

Spoiler:
dex rolls Henry = 11, William = 12 + 1 for Soldier/Dangerous Situation = 13[dice]235817:0[/dice]

Given the fact that the ravages of winter's fury have left many twigs and branches scattered about the Deer Park, it is not very surprising to discover that moving silently is difficult. Doctor North produces only the very quiet sound resulting from walking among dead leaves, but, as Fate would have it, William, despite his experience in approaching the enemy with stealth, steps on a dry branch, producing a cracking noise that, in the dead of night, seems as loud as a pistol shot.

The figure near the fire stands, outlined against the flames only as a silhouette of great size. A deep, loud voice is heard, crying "Who approaches? Who dares disturb my woeful existence?"

Posted: **Sat May 30, 2020 1:26 pm**

As the babes crawls towards him, Lepus whispers aside to Reverend Frye.

“Observe. Be this the behaviour of a Christian suckling babe?”

He tosses the raw bloody meat a short distance from the child.

Posted: **Sat May 30, 2020 3:55 pm**

"My apologies, sir," says Henry. "We were trying not to disturb you. I am Dr. Henry North, Earl of Dunwich, and my companion here is Captain William Palliser. Perhaps we can be of assistance to you."

Posted: **Sat May 30, 2020 11:03 pm**

"He speaks far more fluently than did the creature we seek," says William quietly. More loudy he adds, "And with whom do we have the honour of conversing?"

Posted: **Sun May 31, 2020 8:51 am**

jp1885 wrote:
As the babes crawls towards him, Lepus whispers aside to Reverend Frye.

“Observe. Be this the behaviour of a Christian suckling babe?”

He tosses the raw bloody meat a short distance from the child.

As expected, the infant quickly snatches the morsel and devours it eagerly, producing low, breathy sounds within her throat.

Georgina, observing this, merely smiles and says "What a fine appetite she has! She shall grow sound of wind and limb."

Spoiler:

The Reverend Mister Frye is not so sanguine. In point of fact, he grows sickly pale, closes his eyes, and drops into a swoon. Once revived with spirits of ammonia, he is shown to a chair, where he reclines awkwardly, muttering to himself. "Such teeth! Surely this is devil's work. I must prepare to perform the rite of exorcism."

These statements are met with disapproval by the mother of the child, who cuddles Artemis in her arms, and insists that there is no need for such Papery.

Posted: **Sun May 31, 2020 9:09 am**

When the pair of adventurers have announces themselves, the figure retreats to the opposite side of the fire, so that its form is blurred by the dancing of the flames.

"Approach no closer! To gaze upon my person is to know such disfigurement as would freeze the blood within your veins. I, most solitary and despised of creatures, cling to my weary existence, though I despair of finding even a single moment of rest. I warn you! I would destroy rather than be destroyed, for I fear oblivion even more than I loathe life."

Posted: **Sun May 31, 2020 4:29 pm**

Lepus scowls, not expecting such an over-reaction.

“Calm thyself Reverend; canst thou see thou art alarming the parents?”

Suspecting that talk of fae curses and wotnot will further alarm the vicar, he tries a little bamboozlement.

“Didst not the Bishop of Hereford write that exorcism if one so young can actually attract further devilment? ‘twas from his work that old Lepus got the idea of re-baptising yonder babe. Such a noble thing could be done here and now.”

Posted: **Sun May 31, 2020 7:57 pm**

"Neither of us are strangers to sights that freeze the bood," says William. "We are seeking information, which you may have. Pray allow us to converse with you."

Posted: **Sun May 31, 2020 9:43 pm**

"We have seen many things that you might not even be able to imagine," says Henry. "We would like to help you, if we can."

Posted: **Mon Jun 01, 2020 9:31 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Lepus scowls, not expecting such an over-reaction.

“Calm thyself Reverend; canst thou see thou art alarming the parents?”

Suspecting that talk of fae curses and wotnot will further alarm the vicar, he tries a little bamboozlement.

“Didst not the Bishop of Hereford write that exorcism if one so young can actually attract further devilment? ‘twas from his work that old Lepus got the idea of re-baptising yonder babe. Such a noble thing could be done here and now.”

Spoiler:

Drawing himself up to his full height, the Reverend Mister Frye looks down his rather long and pointed nose and replies "I happen to be acquainted with the Right Reverend Folliott Cornewall, and I doubt one of his unsullied piety and reputation would deign to discuss theology with a person such as yourself. Think not to advise upon that subject, and I shall refrain from offering any opinions regarding beggary and ragpicking. Good day, sir!"

With that remark, he bows to Georgina and withdraws, perhaps to engage in preparations for the rite he suggested, albeit without the approval of the infant's mother.

Posted: **Mon Jun 01, 2020 10:00 am**

Moving about the fire in such manner as to reveal his form to vision, the figure is revealed to be a hulking giant, far taller and broader than is common, dressed in rough clothing that seems to have been assembled, catch-as-may-can, from various mismatched bits of raiment. His face is pale and doughy, with features that appear as if they were formed from clay by an unskilled potter. His limbs are thick and heavy, huge hands with stubby fingers and equally large feet wrapped in rags.

"Feast your eyes! Glut your soul on my accursed ugliness!"

Posted: **Mon Jun 01, 2020 8:30 pm**

Muttering unpleasant things about the reverend and vicars in general, Lepus attempts to try, probably in vain, to counter the curse himself in the way he would remove gypsy curses.

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2020 1:10 am**

William's instinct is to ask whether this wretched being is responsible for the constable's death, but he forces himself to begin with a different question: "How did you come to be here? Are you one of Miss Ravenscroft's creations?"

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2020 1:40 am**

"I have seen worse," says Henry. "At any rate, I judge a man not by his outward appearance, but by what he has in his heart."

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2020 9:07 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Muttering unpleasant things about the reverend and vicars in general, Lepus attempts to try, probably in vain, to counter the curse himself in the way he would remove gypsy curses.

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2020 9:20 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William's instinct is to ask whether this wretched being is responsible for the constable's death, but he forces himself to begin with a different question: "How did you come to be here? Are you one of Miss Ravenscroft's creations?"

"One? Say you 'one'? Nay, say rather 'only,' for that accursed female knew no success as she attempted to raise one of her sex from the grave to be a companion for my misery. Beware, for her failure stirred my rage, as the wind stirs a fire, until, blind with fury, I named myself as enemy to all mankind. If it were not for the melancholy that fills my damned soul with endless darkness, rendering me incapable of all but the weakest and ineffectual of actions, you would not long live. But, as night and day alternate in eternal dance, so do listlessness and bloodthirstiness battle for dominance within me. Then flee, if you value your existence, as I cling so pitifully to my own."

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2020 9:25 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
"I have seen worse," says Henry. "At any rate, I judge a man not by his outward appearance, but by what he has in his heart."

A crooked, and entirely mirthless, smile crosses the being's grotesque features.

"Oh, I have seen many a man's heart, torn freshly from its natural home, and known it to be nothing but offal, fit only as food for swine.

"Forgive me," he continues, with an ironic bow, "for I know you speak a metaphor. In this sense, what you would find within my heart is a murky brew composed of hatred and despair. Think not to study it, for it is far more loathsome than this mockery of flesh within which I dwell."

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2020 2:45 pm**

"Then it was you who slew the village constable?" asks William in response to the creature's words to Lord Dunwich.

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2020 8:43 pm**

Mayhap 'twill come to that oh spirit, but for the nonce old Lepus has other things to try; thinks the wanderer, making a mental note that his soldier friend must have encountered the spirit in the stones too.

Despite the setback, he grins at the parents before him.

"Worry not; all will be well. Old Lepus will seek to free thee and thy child of glamour."

He scrapes a low bow, before heading off to the deer park to find the other 'inverted wizard' he knows: Henry. Suspecting what might lurk therein, he grabs a sackful of explosive stones from where he stashed them after the battle with the fae.

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2020 11:41 pm**

"What became of your mother after her failure?" asks Henry.

Posted: **Wed Jun 03, 2020 9:59 am**

SunlessNick wrote:"Then it was you who slew the village constable?" asks William in response to the creature's words to Lord Dunwich.

In response, the being opens the loose, filthy, ragged cloth that serves it as a shirt. It can be seen that there is a large open wound, like the bloody eye of a giant, upon its chest; a wound which would be enough to render any ordinary man dead in an instant.

"Here you may behold the fine greeting that gentleman offered me in response to my pleas for sustenance. What he wished to do with lead and powder, I did with hands. Was this not fair trade?"

Posted: **Wed Jun 03, 2020 10:08 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
"What became of your mother after her failure?" asks Henry.

"Mother! Yes, I confess I used that word, once, when speech was new to me. In my ignorance, I spoke thus, thinking that cursed female as such. Now I believe her to be Satan in skirts! Wretched Adam I, to be created by Eve's evil daughter, and no Eden to enjoy for even a day! To be cast out of Paradise for the sin of disobedience would be joy compared to never knowing Paradise at all.

"Whether she be in Hell or yet lives, I know not. I thrust her upon the ground, senseless, and ran off."

Posted: **Wed Jun 03, 2020 10:09 am**

jp1885 wrote:
He scrapes a low bow, before heading off to the deer park to find the other 'inverted wizard' he knows: Henry. Suspecting what might lurk therein, he grabs a sackful of explosive stones from where he stashed them after the battle with the fae.

Spoiler:

Moving with great stealth, Lepus is able to approach the place where three figures, rendered mere shadows by the firelight, are engaged in strange conversation, without the largest among them aware of his arrival.

Posted: **Thu Jun 04, 2020 2:27 am**

"Not all men are full of fear and hate," says Henry. "I am a physician and inventor. I may be able to aid you. I have a device that can heal your wound, if you are willing."

Posted: **Thu Jun 04, 2020 3:34 pm**

Lepus is not surprised to see the creature, though he is taken aback by it’s increased vocabulary. Confident that he hasn’t been spotted, he crouched down, grenades at the ready.

Posted: **Wed Jun 10, 2020 2:17 am**

Seeing the wound, William is glad that he brought the blunderbus. It briefly occurs to him to wonder whether this creature would do well in Gog's subterranean domain, but he doubts it would accede to such a course. He moves slightly, ready to raise and aim the weapon should this encounter come to violence (as he believes it will) - nevertheless he will not intervene as Lord Dunwich makes his case.

Posted: **Thu Jun 11, 2020 9:52 am**

Perhaps it is the wisdom contained in the advice of Scripture, to the effect that a soft answer turneth away wrath; or perhaps it is merely the ever-changing moods of the creature, which are as mutable as the phases of the Moon, but not as predictable; but, in any case, the offer tendered by Doctor North draws the being's interest. It approaches the physician slowly, its thick and powerful limbs moving with surprising grace, not evidenced at the time of its unnatural birth.

"Do as you wish, but take care; for if this be mere trickery, to lower my guard whilst your companion seeks to strike at me, nothing will spare you from my rage."

This said, the creature draws close, and opens its ragged clothing wide. From here it can be seen that its internal organs, revealed to a great degree by the gaping wound, are arranged in a manner not congruent with texts of human anatomy.

Posted: **Thu Jun 11, 2020 3:06 pm**

Listening to the exchange, Lepus remains still. Any movement could send the creature into a rage and considering how close it is to his fiends, it is best to keep motionless.

Watching intently, the wanderer simply judges the distance between him and the monster, all the better to improve his aim should he need to throw a grenade stone at it.

Posted: **Thu Jun 11, 2020 8:00 pm**

VictoriaSilverwolf wrote:"Do as you wish, but take care; for if this be mere trickery, to lower my guard whilst your companion seeks to strike at me, nothing will spare you from my rage."

"I will not, so long as your own actions remain true," says William.

Posted: **Fri Jun 12, 2020 3:09 am**

"This device has been proven to heal men," says Henry, showing the Regenerator to the being. "I have never tried it before on one of your kind, but your parts are human enough, even if your maker has arranged them haphazardly. It is hubris for man - or woman - to think he can do a better job of making a man than God. Still, the device should be effective." He applies the Regenerator to the wound and activates it, hoping that its healing abilities will still work on such a creature.

Posted: **Fri Jun 12, 2020 10:12 am**

As the trio of ordinary mortals look on, the creature's unnatural flesh hisses and bubbles, as if inhabited by animalcules of a size not detectable by human eye. The edges of the gaping wound grow together, and bind themselves in such a way that one would not hazard to guess that there had ever been damage. The creature looks down at his chest, amazed.

"Wondrous! O, most miraculous of healers! Surely, with your skill, like unto that of Asclepius himself, you may succeed where the thrice-cursed witch failed. You must make me a mate!"

Posted: **Fri Jun 12, 2020 12:13 pm**

"Should his Lordship do this thing for you, what then?" asks William.

Posted: **Fri Jun 12, 2020 6:18 pm**

Glad that things seemed to have calmed down a little, Lepus keeps quiet and still. He remains ready to throw however, lest the mercurial thing lashes out.

Posted: **Sat Jun 13, 2020 3:27 am**

"Thank you, but it may prove to be beyond my abilities," says Henry. "Even if it is possible, it may take me years of research to rediscover the process that your maker used. And even then, it may not prove to be a good idea. I do not wish to raise your hopes unnecessarily."

Posted: **Sat Jun 13, 2020 9:10 am**

SunlessNick wrote:"Should his Lordship do this thing for you, what then?" asks William.

"I shall carry my bride to some desert place; perhaps the great ice fields of the far north, where no ordinary mortal may survive, to feed upon such game as may be found in its bleak expanse of unbroken white. There we shall be anodyne to one another, and never more be seen by the common herd of humanity."

Posted: **Sat Jun 13, 2020 9:16 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
"Thank you, but it may prove to be beyond my abilities," says Henry. "Even if it is possible, it may take me years of research to rediscover the process that your maker used. And even then, it may not prove to be a good idea. I do not wish to raise your hopes unnecessarily."

"I know not whether your words be true or no, and so I hold judgment for the nonce; but know this: I shall be ever watchful, to ensure that you make fair effort to accomplish my goal, and not practice to delay. If this not be done, and I discover your perfidy, I cannot answer for the form my wrath shall take. Until next we meet, take care to remember my words."

With that, the creature withdraws, heading toward the west.

Posted: **Sat Jun 13, 2020 4:08 pm**

Once the creature appears out of earshot, but not quite out of sight, William quietly asks "Will you attempt what it demands, or shall we end this now?"

Posted: **Sat Jun 13, 2020 4:45 pm**

"I had best do as the creature desires," says Henry. "If the creatures truly go off on their own, that is the best possible solution. I must consult Miss Ravenscroft's research in the laboratory, and if possible we need to find her and get her assistance. She has already succeeded once, though she failed to create the female creature. Still, the two of us working together may be able to do it."

Posted: **Sat Jun 13, 2020 7:16 pm**

Once the coast is clear, Lepus joins his comrades.

“Mayhap thee, noble scholar, can also find a cure for the curse that afflicts yon babe. ‘tis beyond old Lepus’ magick and yon vicar is naught but a useless ninny.”

Posted: **Sat Jun 13, 2020 8:18 pm**

"It may be possible," says Henry, "though it is also extremely risky. I am loathe to say it, but a magical problem may be best solved with a magical solution. Perhaps I could have a word with the vicar first. If that doesn't work, then I can try to come up with a means of transference, perhaps with Miss Ravenscroft's help if we can find her. However, pursuing two projects at once will slow down both of them."

Posted: **Sun Jun 14, 2020 3:32 am**

"Might killing the cat end the curse," says William (possibly to his companions' surprise that he would propose such a thing), "or is it more likely to place it beyond all possible cure?"

Posted: **Sun Jun 14, 2020 4:03 am**

"I suspect the latter," says Henry. "The baby's soul is clearly in the cat's body, and if the cat were to die, it would probably be lost to us forever."

Posted: **Sun Jun 14, 2020 10:12 am**

Once this rather macabre discussion is ended, the adventurers retreat to the manor home, for some well-deserved rest, lasting well into the hours of daylight. In addition to the need to refresh body and spirit, there is also the fact that the Yuletide celebrations continue, and, as luck would have it, this night is reserved for the observation of the heavens proposed by Doctor North, to be accompanied by a scholarly lecture upon that subject by the aforesaid person. This enlightening form of recreation necessitates, as one would well imagine, the use of a fine telescope. Most fortunately, such an instrument exists in the room formerly occupied by Lord Highdark's companion, if one may use that term, Miss Ravenscroft. (Those who possess the wherewithal to make keen observation of the human heart may notice that that gentleman is quietly distressed by her disappearance, and that his lady wife is quietly pleased.)

Whilst retrieving this extension of mortal eye for the said use, Doctor North is easily able to observe that the chaotic state of Miss Ravenscroft's retreat has been restored to some order, although certainly not completely. Books and papers have been neatly stacked together, evincing the fact that some of these have been removed. A few containers which held chemicals are no longer present, and those that remain are in a more logical arrangement. Despite this apparent evidence of housekeeping, whosoever performed such did not bother to remove shards of broken glass and other refuse. There are a number of small, round stains upon the floor, of a red-brown shade, as of human blood spilt not so very long ago, although the amount is not so great as to suggest serious injury.

In any event, the astronomical observation party is a great success, the night being moonless and exceptionally clear, allowing for fine viewing of stars, planets, nebulae, and so forth. Doctor North is even able to locate the very recently discovered object named Georgium sidus, in honor of the monarch, by the esteemed Mister Herschel.

Soon after a viewing of, and detailed discussion of, the famed rings of Saturn, a large falling star crosses the sky in a most dramatic fashion, drawing exclamations of wonder from all. As it blazes across the heavens, Georgina is heard to exclaim "Make a wish!"

Posted: **Sun Jun 14, 2020 3:44 pm**

No doubt most of Miss Ravenscroft's inventory pertains to matters scientific, but Lepus will search for anything arcane, just in case.

He finds the stargazing highly interesting, having heard occasional whispers about the lost art of astromancy during his travels. Mayhap the celestial mysteries will be partly revealed?

The falling star is indeed deemed auspicious, and the hedge wizard, mindful of the thing that afflicts the young babe, wishes for the power to lift fairy curses.

Posted: **Sun Jun 14, 2020 5:59 pm**

Henry wishes that he could find Miss Ravenscroft, reasoning that she may be able to help him accomplish both of his quests. A full inventory of the laboratory's contents can wait until tomorrow, but during his initial survey he keeps a particular eye out for her notes or any diary of hers that she may have left behind, which could give clues to how she conducted her experiments and possibly where she might have gone. Wherever it was, she would need another fully stocked laboratory to continue her research.

Posted: **Sun Jun 14, 2020 7:41 pm**

William enquires of the butler - with some apology for posing so delicate a question - which of the servants were responsible for attending Miss Ravenscroft and her rooms.
(It seems unlikely that the lady herself could have come and gone from the house unseen, but a servant might manage it).

For him, stars have been mostly of interest for their practical use in aiding navigation, but his adventures with the man of science and Gypsy magicial have given him some appreciation for those of an intellectual bent - he will listen attentively to the lecture.

Posted: **Mon Jun 15, 2020 9:06 am**

jp1885 wrote:
No doubt most of Miss Ravenscroft's inventory pertains to matters scientific, but Lepus will search for anything arcane, just in case.

He finds the stargazing highly interesting, having heard occasional whispers about the lost art of astromancy during his travels. Mayhap the celestial mysteries will be partly revealed?

The falling star is indeed deemed auspicious, and the hedge wizard, mindful of the thing that afflicts the young babe, wishes for the power to lift fairy curses.

Posted: **Mon Jun 15, 2020 9:18 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
Henry wishes that he could find Miss Ravenscroft, reasoning that she may be able to help him accomplish both of his quests. A full inventory of the laboratory's contents can wait until tomorrow, but during his initial survey he keeps a particular eye out for her notes or any diary of hers that she may have left behind, which could give clues to how she conducted her experiments and possibly where she might have gone. Wherever it was, she would need another fully stocked laboratory to continue her research.

Posted: **Mon Jun 15, 2020 9:27 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William enquires of the butler - with some apology for posing so delicate a question - which of the servants were responsible for attending Miss Ravenscroft and her rooms.
(It seems unlikely that the lady herself could have come and gone from the house unseen, but a servant might manage it).

For him, stars have been mostly of interest for their practical use in aiding navigation, but his adventures with the man of science and Gypsy magicial have given him some appreciation for those of an intellectual bent - he will listen attentively to the lecture.

Vicki,He does not subscribe to the superstition of "wishing upon a star," but it is hard to hear Georgina's exclamation without his mind turning to what he desires: in the present, understanding the mystery of Duncan's Cairn.

Posted: **Mon Jun 15, 2020 9:38 am**

After taking their rest, and waking in the late morning, Harold proposes that the next day's celebration take the form of a sort of scavenger hunt, in honor of William's suggestion of a way to honor the difficulty of the journey to Bethlehem.

"I have received report this morning," he explains, "that the falling star, as has sometimes been reported, actually came to Earth not so very far away. I am well aware that the idea of stones falling from the heavens has been much ridiculed, and may be entirely without foundation. Be that as it may, certain persons of Lowhaven, not famed for madness, perfidy, or drunkenness, claim to have witnessed such an event, although the exact location of the object has not been determined. I propose a pleasant walk through the landscape lying between the estate and that village, which should provide healthful activity, if nothing more."

Posted: **Mon Jun 15, 2020 5:35 pm**

"A splended idea!" says WIlliam to Harold's suggestion. "For a day, we shall all be as the wise men who followed a star to Christ's crib."

Posted: **Mon Jun 15, 2020 8:53 pm**

“Aye, a wander through yon countryside will be good for our souls, yesno?”

He walks with the others, chatting amiably as he shuffles along.

“So what didst thou see in the stars, hm? Old Lepus saw a foretelling of one who shall return. Mayhap it be the thing imprisoned in the stones on yon moor. Whisper to old Lepus, so it does, offering the power to break the Fae curse. But, mark you, the thing is evil. Shouldst it be freed?”

Posted: **Mon Jun 15, 2020 9:25 pm**

"You raise an interesting question," says William. "Could another being of Silveroak's kind break the curse, were to find a way to make contact with one? For that matter, is there a way we could locate Silveroak and force her to lift it?"

Posted: **Tue Jun 16, 2020 4:37 am**

"Capital idea!" agrees Henry. "I happen to own a lodestone that came from a falling star. It has some quite interesting magnetic properties, and may have some healing benefits as well. I've never seen a falling star itself yet, but I would like to. My lodestone may react as we get near it."

During the walk, he replies to Lepus. "I had a similar whisper, saying that my wish to find Miss Ravenscroft would be granted if it were to be freed. I do not trust such an evil creature. Even if it keeps its word, which it very well may not, the cost may be too high. I would rather try to find another way to achieve our ends. Silveroak can no doubt lift her own curse. If we can contact her, perhaps we can offer her something in exchange for doing so, though again the price may be too high. We do know her true name, which does give us power over her."

Posted: **Tue Jun 16, 2020 9:16 am**

SunlessNick wrote:"A splended idea!" says WIlliam to Harold's suggestion. "For a day, we shall all be as the wise men who followed a star to Christ's crib."

Posted: **Tue Jun 16, 2020 9:22 am**

A procession of modern-day pilgrims makes its way to the place where the falling star is said to have fallen. This proves to be a fallow field, making for ease of access. From some distance away, it can be seen that a soft, bluish-white glow, something like foxfire, although of a paler hue, emerges from the center of the field. The locals, being of a superstitious nature for the most part, have not approached it, although it has formed the main topic of conversation since the previous night.

Posted: **Tue Jun 16, 2020 5:55 pm**

Lepus approaches cautiously, silently muttering an incantation to detect evil as he walks across the field.

Posted: **Tue Jun 16, 2020 9:08 pm**

William accompanies Lepus, alert for physical danger.

Posted: **Wed Jun 17, 2020 2:26 am**

Henry also approaches alertly, keeping an eye on his own lodestone to see if it feels the pull of attraction or the push of repulsion from another of its kind.

Posted: **Wed Jun 17, 2020 9:32 am**

jp1885 wrote:
Lepus approaches cautiously, silently muttering an incantation to detect evil as he walks across the field.

Posted: **Wed Jun 17, 2020 9:35 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William accompanies Lepus, alert for physical danger.

All is still. The fallow field allows one to view the object more clearly once draws near. Other than the ghostly light that emerges from it, it appears to be nothing more than a large boulder, of irregular shape, covered with many pits and scars.

Posted: **Wed Jun 17, 2020 9:37 am**

Mr. Handy wrote: Henry also approaches alertly, keeping an eye on his own lodestone to see if it feels the pull of attraction or the push of repulsion from another of its kind.

There does not appear to be sensation of either attraction or repulsion, as if the object is entirely devoid of magnetic fluid. It is notable, however, that a sensation of warmth emanates from it as one draws near, although not so great as to suggest that one might suffer painful burns from it.

Posted: **Thu Jun 18, 2020 4:43 am**

"Odd," says Henry. "My lodestone is getting a bit warm as we get closer. It seems to be reacting to the presence of the fallen star."

Posted: **Fri Jun 19, 2020 6:52 am**

William approaches for a closer look.

Posted: **Sun Jun 21, 2020 6:03 pm**

"Be thou a fallen star, hm?" Lepus asks the stone. Curious, he reaches out to touch it.

Posted: **Thu Jun 25, 2020 10:01 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:
"Odd," says Henry. "My lodestone is getting a bit warm as we get closer. It seems to be reacting to the presence of the fallen star."

Posted: **Thu Jun 25, 2020 10:05 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William approaches for a closer look.

Posted: **Thu Jun 25, 2020 10:10 am**

jp1885 wrote:
"Be thou a fallen star, hm?" Lepus asks the stone. Curious, he reaches out to touch it.

Posted: **Thu Jun 25, 2020 10:22 am**

Whilst the inquisitive trio examine the peculiar stone, a female figure, arrayed in a greatly disheveled manner, races toward them. Only when near the glow of the object is she recognizable as Miss Ravenscroft, given that her countenance and dress are splattered with mud, and perhaps stains of a less innocent nature. She bears in her hand a curious device, resembling a cunningly wrought musical box.

"It must be mine!" she cries.

Posted: **Thu Jun 25, 2020 2:00 pm**

Lepus yelps, leaping back from the weird stone. His is about to warn the others when Miss Ravenscroft arrives on the scene.

"Nay! Stay back!" he yells, fully prepared to use his new-found strength to tackle her if need be.

Posted: **Fri Jun 26, 2020 4:58 am**

"Just the person I wanted to see," says Henry. "I will not interfere, Miss Ravenscroft. I merely wish to discuss with you possible joint projects we could work on together. I have seen your creation recently."

Posted: **Fri Jun 26, 2020 9:56 am**

Miss Ravenscroft does not acknowledge either threat or greeting, but, with the single-mindedness of one afflicted with monomania, stares wide-eyed at the glowing stone. Approaching the object slowly, she holds the device she carries in such manner as to be ready to open its lid at a moment's notice.

Posted: **Fri Jun 26, 2020 3:18 pm**

William steps into her path, and demands, "What is that?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 01, 2020 4:27 am**

"Whatever it is, it would be best not to provoke her," says Henry. "It won't kill you," he adds, recalling Queztlcoatl's prophecy, "but there are other things it could do you short of that that would still make things extremely unpleasant. Perhaps you should stand aside."

Posted: **Wed Jul 01, 2020 8:24 am**

William nods and steps back, though stil facing Miss Ravenscroft.

Posted: **Wed Jul 01, 2020 8:58 am**

Evidently paying no mind to William's attempt to confront her with inquiry, Miss Ravenscroft opens the lid of the curious device. What appear to be, in the eerie light of the stone, numerous tiny insects emerge, although the light is so dim and the objects so small that it is impossible to perceive them in any detail. They are suspended in the air as if they possess no weight, and are stirred about as if by chaotic winds, although the atmosphere is still. One by one each draws near the stone, emitting its own green glow as it does so. After doing so, it returns to the place from which it emerged. One of whimsical fancy might compare such activity to the common childhood activity of collecting glow-worms in containers of glass, in order to admire the light they produce in seemingly miraculous fashion. As this strange activity continues, the stone grows noticeably dimmer.

Posted: **Thu Jul 02, 2020 4:01 am**

"Fascinating," says Henry, watching closely. "Those creatures are absorbing the stone's power."

Posted: **Sat Jul 04, 2020 8:17 pm**

William looks up at Lord Dunwich. "You felt something from it too then? It had an effect on me, though one I am hard put to describe."

Posted: **Sat Jul 04, 2020 9:09 pm**

"I felt some effects earlier," says Henry, "but I thought it was a reaction from my own stone. I feel much hardier, but a bit clumsier."

Posted: **Sat Jul 04, 2020 9:23 pm**

"Aye, 'tis a similar thing with old Lepus; he be stronger in arm, but weaker in his constitution. Mayhap those fireflies have siphoned such a power: that which can change the way a man is made, yesno?"

Posted: **Sat Jul 04, 2020 10:08 pm**

"I wonder if that power could be harnessed in such a way as to assist in what Miss Ravenscroft's creature asked of you," says William.

Posted: **Sun Jul 05, 2020 4:51 am**

"That's possible," says Henry. "I'd think electricity would be the animating energy, but it could certainly be assisted by the power in the meteorite."

Posted: **Thu Jul 09, 2020 9:14 am**

Her most curious errand seemingly completed, Miss Ravenscroft shuts the lid of the delicately wrought container; an action which results in a hollow humming sound emerging from within it. This done, she then runs off, with no mind for the manner in which the rough ground besmirches her gown, in the direction of the village of Lowhaven.

Posted: **Thu Jul 09, 2020 2:43 pm**

“Halt mistress! There be a scientific conundrum in which thy help is needed!” Lepus calls out.

Posted: **Thu Jul 09, 2020 4:01 pm**

"Yes, please wait, Miss Ravenscroft!" calls Henry, hurrying after her. "We have much to discuss!"

Posted: **Thu Jul 09, 2020 4:32 pm**

William runs in pursuit of Miss Ravenscroft - at first however, he does not attempt to overtake her, wishing to ascertain her destination more specifically.

Posted: **Fri Jul 10, 2020 9:39 am**

SunlessNick wrote:William runs in pursuit of Miss Ravenscroft - at first however, he does not attempt to overtake her, wishing to ascertain her destination more specifically.

It is not so very much later when it becomes apparent that the person in question is heading directly toward the heart, if such it may be called for a community of such limited population, of Lowhaven. Here may be found such necessary and vital facilities as a chapel, artisans such as smiths and woodworkers, the public market, the miller and the butcher, and the like, all quiet at this time of night. The exact place to which she hurries so intently is not yet in evidence when the soldier's companions make trial to draw her attention away from her hasty errand.

Posted: **Fri Jul 10, 2020 9:41 am**

jp1885 wrote:
“Halt mistress! There be a scientific conundrum in which thy help is needed!” Lepus calls out.

Spoiler:

Despite the ragged nature of he who thus attempts to spur the feline curiosity of his intended target, the appeal is successful. Miss Ravenscroft halts, turns slowly to face Lepus, and holds the curiously wrought box before her, one hand upon the lid, as if ready to open it at a moment's notice.

"Speak quickly then, for I may not tarry over long."

(It is notable that, at the current time, the highly variable nature of her mental state is one of great calm.)

Posted: **Fri Jul 10, 2020 9:54 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:"Yes, please wait, Miss Ravenscroft!" calls Henry, hurrying after her. "We have much to discuss!"

Spoiler:
CHA = 9 + 3 for good manners = 12[dice]236641:0[/dice]

Whilst waiting for Lepus to answer, Miss Ravenscroft turns the steady gaze of her large and darkly luminous eyes upon Doctor North, recognizing in him, no doubt, a fellow devotee of natural philosophy.

"Indeed, sir? What knowledge, then, do you offer?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 10, 2020 12:52 pm**

Lepus grins. “There be a babe with the mind of a cat and a cat with the mind of a babe. ‘tis thought it be beyond the ken of science to correct the natural order... At least, so say the men...”

Posted: **Fri Jul 10, 2020 3:10 pm**

William picks up Lepus's thread. "The local priest sees only sin, not a problem to be solved."

Posted: **Fri Jul 10, 2020 5:38 pm**

"I have met your creature recently," says Henry. "He wants you to create a female creature to be his mate, so that the two can go off together beyond the reach of man. He told me that you had tried and failed to make one. I believe if we work together, we can succeed. I've been working on restoring life to dead tissue."

Posted: **Sat Jul 11, 2020 10:26 am**

Intrigued by this information, Miss Ravenscroft, as if the checkered history of her relationship with the three men here assembled were of no account, agrees to accompany them.

"As to the situation you describe concerning the domestic feline and the silly girl's whelp," she begins, apparently not overly fond of Mrs Henry Peak née Altumber, "I have heard rumor of such, and discounted it as mere fancy. From what you describe, it would appear to be a classic case of metempsychosis. It is my hypothesis that such phenomena derive from derangement of the pineal gland. Removal of these organs from each of the afflicted creatures, followed by their transplantation into the other, would effect a complete cure, if I be not mistaken. Such a procedure would, of course, require a steady hand and a delicate touch of the blade. Arrangement would have to be made for this operation, and I fear that my presence would not be entirely welcome at Highdark Hall, given certain events.

"Regarding my creation," she continues, "whose intellectual growth pleases me no end, although his physique, although mighty, is not so pleasant to the senses as I might desire, when last I was in his company he was in a great rage, given my lack of success at reviving the governess. I suspect that it was a lack of freshness of the remains that thwarted my efforts. In any event, a more recently deceased female person -- best if she be sacrificed at the moment the procedure is undertaken -- is likely to be more useful. It would be an interesting experiment.

"Let us proceed. Where dwells my creation now, by the by?"

Posted: **Sat Jul 11, 2020 7:02 pm**

"As a physician, I've taken an oath to do no harm," says Henry. "I cannot condone killing someone. However, my old nemesis Death is never far away. We just have to locate a woman who is due to die shortly and remain on hand until she does. As for your creation, he is living in the deer park. We can take you to him, if you wish."

Posted: **Sat Jul 11, 2020 7:27 pm**

Rather preturbed by the woman's surgical theory and unwilling to goad her further, Lepus says no more. Content to allow her to let her focus on Henry's challenge of forging a mate for her creation, he takes a step back.

"Mayhap the Reverend is our best option after all, yesno?"

Posted: **Sat Jul 11, 2020 10:05 pm**

William quietly concurs with Lepus's observation - "I have seen surgery work wonders for gravely injured soldiers, but I shudder to think of applying it to the head of a babe. But Lord Dunwich may be able to guide Miss Ravenscroft to a more human approach. And if we are to be burdened with the woman for a while more, at least she is where we can observe her now."

Posted: **Sun Jul 12, 2020 5:41 am**

"Yes, let's see if the Reverend can be persuaded first," says Henry. "My hands are not as steady any more due to the effects of the meteorite. I hope the effect is only temporary, but I have no idea how long it will last."

Posted: **Sun Jul 12, 2020 10:54 am**

These decisions being made, and Miss Ravenscroft nothing loathe to follow the gentlemen's suggestions, being currently in an unusually co-operative mood, the unlikely allies make their way to the deer park. At the place where the creature built his fire, there is no trace of him to be found. From the coldness of the remaining ashes of the fire, it may be deduced that he left the area some time ago.

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When time permits, discreet arrangements are made to have the Reverend Mister Frye perform the suggested Rite of Exorcism. Appraised as to the delicacy of the situation, he seeks advice as to the best manner in which the ritual may be performed, without alarming the young mother of the afflicted child, who would no doubt be terrified by the very suggestion of demonic influence.

Posted: **Sun Jul 12, 2020 4:05 pm**

"Henry has previously proven himself to understand pretenatural dangers," says William. "Enlisting his aid to distract his wife should be a simple matter."

Posted: **Sun Jul 12, 2020 8:11 pm**

"An excellent suggestion," says Henry. "It could be my namesake's gypsy blood. Lepus may be the best to broach the subject to him, for the same reason."

Posted: **Sun Jul 12, 2020 8:30 pm**

"Aye, old Lepus has already spoken to the fellow on this matter, so with luck he will be amenable. The young mother be under some kind of glamour methinks, for she sees no ill in her child's condition. 'tis agreed then." Lepus takes a long draw on his clay pipe and nods grimly.

Posted: **Mon Jul 13, 2020 10:24 am**

This strategy being decided upon, it is a simple matter to enlist the worried husband's aid in securing cat and child from the one who dotes upon both, an excuse being made that he wishes to retreat with his bride to a remote part of the moors, there to engage in conversation to be shared only by the two of them. Georgina being of romantic nature, this plan is eagerly accepted, and babe and feline are entrusted to the care of the Reverend Mister Frye.

In sharp contrast to reports of the dramatic rituals performed by Papists, exorcism, as practiced by the Established Church, is a quiet and sedate matter. It consists primarily of silent prayer, in which the adventurers are invited to share. This takes up no small amount of time, and it is not very surprising that both subjects of the rite grown restless from boredom. The cat, as such of her tribe oft do, chases after things which are invisible to human eye. The child, less able to amuse herself with such solitary games, merely frets and cries.

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It would appear that the cleric's piety is stronger than some might imagine from his seemingly weak and womanish demeanor. After quite some time, the behavior of both babe and beast appear to have returned to that decreed by Nature to be proper.

Posted: **Mon Jul 13, 2020 12:39 pm**

While no follower of any particular religion, Lepus is content to join in with the prayers, if only to encourage the Reverend.

The wanderer smiles at the apparent success of the ritual, but, when it is over, surreptitiously offers a piece of meat to the babe and feline to test it’s efficacy.

Posted: **Mon Jul 13, 2020 10:54 pm**

While not a pious man, William joins in with the prayers too.

Posted: **Tue Jul 14, 2020 9:05 am**

The child displays no interest in the bit of horse flesh surreptitiously carried by Lepus, save, perhaps, as a plaything, while the cat devours it eagerly, nipping a bit at the fingers which offered it.

Once all is restored to order, it is late enough in the day that Henry and Georgina are expected to have to returned from their intimate sojourn. This does not prove to be the case. In fact, they do not present themselves for the evening meal, nor, indeed, for some time thereafter, at which point their whereabouts become a matter of concern.

All this time, Miss Ravenscroft has kept well away from the manor home, securing some moments of rest, with perhaps some sense of irony, within the Chapel, that structure unoccupied while the Reverend Mister Frye is about his business. Once he makes his farewells to the Altumbers and company, after enjoying a good meal and more than a little sherry, he makes his way to said building, wherein he makes his simple home. It will be necessary to secure Miss Ravenscroft from these environs in order to prevent an encounter which, though it may be an interesting one, may not bode well for either party.

Posted: **Wed Jul 15, 2020 11:47 pm**

"May I suggest that you be the one to sequester Miss Ravenscroft, Lord Dunwich? says WIlliam. "She is more likely to follow the dirction of another scientist. Lepus and myself can search for the Peaks - I would value the company of your man Ivan too, if that is acceptable."

Posted: **Thu Jul 16, 2020 4:16 am**

Henry had joined in with the prayer, sincerely. While many scientists these days were freethinkers, he has recognized the majesty of God in His Creation. The elegance of the design of living things could only have come about through Divine wisdom and intelligence, as not even man was capable of such marvelous engineering. And if he had needed more convincing, the existence of his wife Elizabeth would have clinched the matter.

"An excellent suggestion," says Henry when William speaks to him. "Ivan shall accompany you, and I shall escort Miss Ravenscroft from these premises. Perhaps we could visit her laboratory, for she must have one."

Posted: **Thu Jul 16, 2020 6:48 pm**

Pleased with the results of the exorcism, Lepus proceeds to shake the Reverend's hands with his own grubby mitts, no doubt to the pious minister's discomfort!

The wanderer's pleasure soon sours however, upon hearing that the happy couple are missing on the moors.

"Aye, old Lepus shall help in the search. Let us hope that the young master and mistress have not happened upon the tower of stones, yesno? Psht! The evil that dwells therein has been whispering temptation in our ears - 'twould be an ill thing if they were to release it from it's prison, hm?"

As the search party heads to the moors, Lepus will keeps his senses open to listen for any eldritch voices like the one he has been hearing as of late.

Posted: **Thu Jul 16, 2020 8:04 pm**

Posted: **Thu Jul 16, 2020 9:35 pm**

Lepus points to the broken cairn, his expression grave (insomuch as can be ascertained through his grubby beard).

"'tis as old Lepus feared!" he hisses. "They have freed yon beast!"

He flexes his fingers and makes ready to cast a spell to detect evil.

"'least now this foolish wanderer can sniff out whence they have gone, yesno?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 17, 2020 4:35 am**

"It shouldn't be too hard for me to convince them," says Henry. "I am a physician and a nobleman, and I can offer my services to treat her in these premises. I can say that you are my assistant if anyone asks."

Posted: **Fri Jul 17, 2020 10:57 pm**

William lets out a perhaps surprisingly angry oath at the sight of the cairn. "Why would they do it?" he asks. "It is unlike either of them."

Posted: **Thu Jul 23, 2020 6:12 am**

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Posted: **Thu Jul 23, 2020 12:08 pm**

"The Peaks could not have done this," says William. "But Miss Ravenscroft's creation, perhaps, could have."

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